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LI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Violets pinned
to her low-décolleté dress —
he says they're gorgeous.
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LII
Hugh Bygott
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Slipping gossamer clouds —
the curv'd moon is more radiant
in her nakedness.
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LIII
Betty Kaplan
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his ashes
I whisper to the sea
winter came too soon
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LIV
Robert D. Wilson
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watching you undress
behind a cloud...
autumn moon
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LV
Betty Kaplan
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sonogram
boy or girl?
spring blossoms
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LVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Sweet melody —
drifting into my memories
of the spring romance.
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LVII
Hugh Bygott
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Garden of new sap —
Softly I kiss her lips freeing
her inner desires.
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LVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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The dew on her forehead,
the languish in her eyes —
this summer night.
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LIX
Rita Odeh
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first dew touch —
shyly, the lily unfolds
her petals
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LX
Hugh Bygott
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I brush her hair:
the stroke running its full long length ...
lines of Spring rain.
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| Students of English poetry will notice the alliteration as line 2 runs into line 3. This overrun of lines is a feature of English poetry. This is also true of Japanese poetry. However, since a Japanese sentence usually ends in a verb, and the verb can often function as a kireji mark, this is less apparent. HB |
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LXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Sound asleep —
the sunbeam glides, so very slowly,
over her curves.
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LXII
Kala Ramesh
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in the silence
of the blossom's fold —
the moon's glow
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LXIII
Hugh Bygott
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A withered rose —
How easily love is lost ... doubts
unsealing certainties.
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LXIV
Zhanna P.Rader
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Empty sand beach —
the night breeze caresses
a body impression.
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LXV
Hugh Bygott
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Aimless fireflies —
yet you and I lie in each other's space,
compell'd by desire.
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LXVI
Betty Kaplan
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shucking oysters —
he finds
a perfect pearl
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LXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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His light touch,
and the tinder ignites —
spring break.
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LXVIII
Hugh Bygott
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A mirror at dusk —
your saffron lips are darker:
my eyes more eager.
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I imagine here a man coming into the vision field of a mirrror. As Chiyo-ni says:
yûgao ya
onago no hada no
miyuru toki
A woman's skin is revealed at at the time of the moonflowers.
Moonflower is a summer kigo as is saffron.
I have tried to construct a photographic image of a man standing, and a woman sitting at a dressing table in the late dusk of summer, so that they see their images in a mirror. Perhaps he is about to touch her shoulders and to slip off her scented robe.
The question must arise: are these poems real haiku? I have never accepted the distinction desk/moment haiku. That is a confusion of that master of confusion Kenneth Yasuda, and one continued by the Yoko Sugawa - Paul McNeil School of haiku.
All the haiku that I have submitted are intellectual and have been experienced during my life. It will be a test of resolve to continue this series which demands a lot of thinking.
Perhaps the remarkable achievements of the Buddhist nun Chiyo-ni may become more apparent as contributors test their own originality.
Hugh Bygott |
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LXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Can't say what's redder
and plumper, her lips or the cherries
she's savoring.
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LXX
Rita Odeh
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misty windows-
lingering on the lips
the taste of carnation
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LXXI
Hugh Bygott
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Her full, coral lips - | -
she, unaware of the other for whom
the lotus has bloom'd.
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This is an example of a Category 7 mistake in the Sugawa-McNeil School: pieces hiding their lack of content through ambiguity in language.
I am using the sign - | - to indicate a long pause after the noun phrase. HB |
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LXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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His rose ...
Dreamingly, she lip-nibbles
on a petal.
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LXXIII
Robert D. Wilson
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unable to sleep...
the sweetness
of melons
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LXXIV
Dana-Maria Onica
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after
a half apple,
whole...me
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LXXV
Rita Odeh
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as he hugs me
the sea envies
~~~ our waves ~~~
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LXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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She wades
along the tide line —
wet skirt hugging her legs.
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LXXVII
Hugh Bygott
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Easing Spring rain —
Her glance from the faces in the crowd
yet lingers with me.
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LXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Spring dance...
Is it the Lambada
or it's hot here?
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LXXIX
Carole MacRury
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a dawn parting —
silent tears fall onto
rain-soaked sleeves
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LXXX
Hugh Bygott
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A single night's dream —
you were there in the winter dawn
as if I held you still.
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LXXXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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With the moonrise,
they part; her delicate perfume
lingers in his car.
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LXXXII
Hugh Bygott
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Her fragrance
drifts to me in the summer dusk ...
unfulfill'd longing.
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| Inspired by Ôtomo no Sukune Katami AD 772. HB |
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LXXXIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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from a distant house
a samisen answers to my thoughts ...
dark winter night
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LXXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Romantic poems...
Now she puts her book aside
to dream spring dreams.
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LXXXV
Hugh Bygott
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I watch you sleeping,
your breast's fall and rise ...
hidden pasqueflowers.
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| The pasqueflower is the symbol of Cambridge. It flowers in March and April. See also Nobo:10210 Letters from Huang Zhijuan: Fifty-first, May 17 2004. HB |
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LXXXVI
Dana-Maria Onica
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touching the sand
that touched your body —
indian summer
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LXXXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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How soft her skin
against his stroking hand —
summer vacations.
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LXXXVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Walking silently
on this night of softly falling snow,
the words we deny.
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This is another side of Eros. When you say Do I love him? Do I love
her? it is already too late - Love has already gone. HB
We need to bring it back, Hugh! :) -Zh. |
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LXXXIX
Zhanna P Rader
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Wren's morning song —
she secretly sprays his pillow
with her perfume.
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XC
Hugh Bygott
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Twilight moon —
How calm you are, yet how painful
these arrows of love!
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XCI
Dana-Maria Onica
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together
in his bathrobe —
this butterfly cocoon ...
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XCII
Zhanna P. Rader
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A night bath —
soap bubbles caressing
her graceful neck...
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XCIII
Hugh Bygott
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Plum sepals yielding —
I hold her hand ... her exquisite
red-lacquer'd nails.
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XCIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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His tender look,
I lower my eyes with shiver —
April breeze...
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XCV
Dana-Maria Onica
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Jasmine in bloom —
another woman's scent
on your skin
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XCVI
Betty Kaplan
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caressing me
water from the shower bath
will he caress too?
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XCVII
Hugh Bygott
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Glances, the pause of time,
our eyes meet, then eternal loss ...
crowds in Spring.
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XCVIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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dreaming withered leaves —
I wish to see you smiling,
nothing more ...
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| To see withered leaves in your dream signifies fallen hopes. DMO |
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XCIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Desires...
She opens the window, letting
the rose-scented coolness in.
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C
Dana-Maria Onica
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dew over the embers —
crossing the line between
happiness and sorrows
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